For as long as you remember, you never ever EVER, got along with Tom, neither did he get along with you.

You and Tom have had a rivalry ever since you “criticized” his band, when all you said was their type of music wasn’t your taste, now he’s trying to start something every passing day, just to get on your nerves.

Another day passed by, you’re in the lunchroom with your friends, just minding your own business until you felt a liquid being spilled on you, it was milk, chocolate milk.

You are now drenched in chocolate milk, as you look back to see Tom, with the empty carton in his hand, him and his group of buddies started to laugh and point their fingers at you, amused of your reactions, which made them even laugh even more.

You were furious, you just said a few words about his band, now he’s out to get you. Your heart is beating so fast, you can’t even keep it steady, the audacity and the guts, to punch him right now, in which so you did.

You right-hooked his face, clearly unaware that everybody was watching the two of you, the whole cafeteria went silent, his eyes widened, so did yours, you didn’t mean to do that, but there’s no going back now.

He placed his hand onto his cheek, now he’s as furious as you are, he looked at you and slapped you, he’s angry and embarrassed that he just got punched by a girl.